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(The stout man grabs him by the right arm and stretches it pushing him back abruptly. The
nurse injects a syringe in his forearm and pushes the piston slowly. Suddenly, the lights start
fading away with everyone else, into obscurity.)
Stout Assistant: It pains me to see Sharmaji in so much agony everyday behaving the same
way.
Nurse: Me too. It’s been the same story every day for the last five months! Every evening he
cleans this small place to welcome his imaginary family. God knows how long this will go
on!
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